We're at a party. He's talking to his friends while I'm sitting there at the kitchen bar feeling invisible. ugh. I took a sip of the wine in the glass I was holding. I don't drink but I'm too thirsty. It tasted suck, how can these people take those shots.
Some stranger walked towards me with that face. Again? Oh god, please no.
" Hey hottie, you're alone? Hm?" He said.
I ignored him and put my glass on the bar and was about to walked away. He grabbed my arm.
" Come on, not very friendly, huh?"
Ew. I looked behind him and instantly had a smirked.
" Get your dirty hand off MY WOMAN. Now." Giving that unknown guy a death glare from right behind him.
The guy let my hand go and ran away.
" Oh, I thought I wasn't here." I joke.
" Wash your hand. I don't want his mark on your skin."
"Yes, sir."
I went to the sink and wash off the neon orange palm mark on my arm. Now there's only green on my skin.
